Sand falls from the sky
Scouring the oxygen and
Melting under the heat
Of the far too bright sun
The grit scrubs our faces
Until we are sinewy
Muscled skeletons
Turning our bones
Into prisms of glass
One false step and we fall
Covering the ground
In colorful shards of
Reflective mirrors
Until the world looks
As if it’s covered
In a blinding display
Of reversed laser
Lightning strikes
Our last song together
A rock ballad
Without an encore
A light show
For the heavens
Even the most distant
Planet cannot ignore
HASTYWORDS 
The stunning vision fits the title, so intense.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty shares a vision, nightmare?
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If sand is falling from the sky, does that mean I’m trapped in an egg timer?
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Yep 🙂
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Damn.
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Really rather beautiful as a way to go, though. I’d like to turn to glass, I think.
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